Bendytime to Monday morning.
"You're sure she's all right?"
"You have my word."
Channing sniffed testily, eyes riveted to the stage where the chorus was rehearsing as Mike Kellar worked on the samurai statue for one of her routines. "I hardly trust it. You're not just a god, you're a fickle one."
"You know nothing about me."Turning to face the
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